[Arthur is practising his jousting with Sir Leon; as they ride towards one another, the glare from Sir Leon's armour blinds Arthur, leaving him defenceless, but Sir Leon does not attack. Arthur dismounts.]
Arthur
Why did you pull out? I was wide open, you could’ve unhorsed me!
[turns to the other knights, who shuffle uncomfortably] It doesn’t matter who I am! I do not expect any special treatment from you, from any of you! Is that understood?
How can you be so heartless? Gwen is the most kind, loyal person you would ever meet and she’s been more than a friend to all of us! And you would leave at the mercy of those animals!
The ransom was supposed to be delivered to the Vale of Dinaria; if they’re holding Gwen anywhere, it has to be there. Which means we can save a day’s riding if we cut through the tunnels of Andor.
Why can’t you just admit your feelings for Gwen? [Arthur starts to walk away] It’s so obvious! A blind man could see it! Is it really that hard to admit you like her? Just say it!
Arthur
I can’t. How can I admit that I think about her all the time? Or that I care about her more than anyone? How can I admit that I don’t know what I’ll do if any harm comes to her?
I welcome you to Camelot, Aredian. Thank you for making such haste to be here.
AAredian
Well let’s hope I’m not too late, mm? For every hour counts in the war against sorcery. Unchecked, it spreads like a disease; seeks out the young and the old, the weak and the able, the fair and the foul of heart alike. You have grown lazy, Uther. You’ve grown idle. Your once noble Camelot is rotten to the core. You stand on the brink of dark oblivion.
Arthur
I am at your disposal, Aredian. The knights will aid you in any way they can.
AAredian
You must be Arthur.
Arthur
I must be.
AAredian
You’re a great warrior – the finest this kingdom has ever known.
Arthur
Thank you.
AAredian
So you won’t be offended when I say that I shall have no need of you, or your knights. The subtle arts of sorcery can only be fought by yet subtler means, methods honed over decades of study. Methods known only to myself.
You did it once before to my father; are you really willing to let it happen again? And you can stop looking at me like that, I know I’m only a servant – I thought you were a prince, so start behaving like one!
Perhaps it’s not as simple as he would have us believe. Morgause is a sorcerer, she’s caused us no harm. Surely not everyone who practices magic is evil?